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Ohh the attention to detail of Robby looking absolutely Dead Inside in his attending ID pic because it would have been taken when he was promoted immediately after Adamson’s death
I don’t know how to explain it, but in my mind, The Pitt, The Bear and Abbott Elementary exist in the same universe and they should have a major crossover episode (or someone please write a fic please please)
A/N: Should I start using banners in my fics? Thought I’d test it out to see if you guys like it. If not I can change back to the old format. I will still post a gif or pic with each fic below the cut.
Husband!Shen who refuses to let either of you go to bed mad at each other. When you get to sleep at the same time of course.
Husband!Shen who always hands you an iced coffee every morning. If he’s just getting home from shift as you’re waking up. He has coffee ready for you.
Husband!Shen who will playfully scold you if you stay up until he’s home from Night shift to go to sleep. He secretly loves it though, because he loves nothing more than holding you as you go to sleep.
Husband!Shen who loves when you show up at the hospital in the middle of the night shift with another iced coffee in hand for him. And food because sometimes he forgets to eat.
Husband!Shen who loves showing you off, and isn’t afraid of PDA. He will kiss you even in front of his colleagues.
Husband!Shen who makes love to you.
Husband!Shen who loves marking you. He is possessive but in the sweetest way possible.
Husband!Shen who immediately dotes on you if you fall sick. Checking you over, and over again.
Husband!Shen who can be clingy. He loves holding you close and kissing you. No matter where you are together.
Husband!Shen who loves cooking for you whenever he gets a chance.
Husband!Shen who spoils you on your birthday and on your anniversary’s. He loves to see you happy.
Husband!Shen who is completely supportive of you in whatever you do in your life.
Husband!Shen who desperately wants children with you. He wants at least five.
Husband!Shen who is amazing at domestic tasks like fixing a broken pipe, or making sure the house is clean and tidy if for some reason you couldn’t keep on top of it. Or any other little things that need fixing around the house he will ensure to have it done.
Husband!Shen who when you have sex, is constantly praising you.
part two of I can make the bad boys good for a weekend but can be read as a standalone!
summary: the day after your little... moment in the closet with Brendon.
trigger warning(s): none!
word count: ~1,640
two uses of Y/N..... I'm sorry....
also the second half of this is similar to something I wrote in the past but the trope is just too good for me to resist ugh
ALSO another supply closet moment again bc that's their thing now!!!!
The next morning, Brendon Park made one very simple promise to himself.
Act normal.
No staring, no blushing, no dropping things because you smiled at him, no overthinking.
It lasted exactly three minutes.
“You look nice today.”
He looked up from the computer.
You stood beside him, already halfway through chart review, hair pulled back a little differently than usual.
His brain immediately short-circuited.
“...Thanks.”
“You did something different with your hair?”
“...Yeah.”
“It suits you.”
You smiled like it wasn’t a life-altering compliment and wandered off toward Trauma Three.
Park watched you leave.
Then internally smacked his forehead against the desk.
Act normal.
“That lasted a while.”
Park groaned before even turning around.
Dana leaned against the nurses’ station, coffee in hand and the smuggest grin he’d ever seen.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’ve been staring at her for twelve seconds.”
“I have not.”
Mel walked past, glanced at Park, then at you disappearing around the corner.
“...Thirteen.”
“I hate both of you.”
“You love one of us.”
“Definitely not.”
Dana smirked.
“I wasn’t talking about me.”
—
By lunch, the entire ER had apparently decided Park’s feelings were public knowledge.
He’d gone to grab a yogurt from the staff fridge.
When he grabbed it, there was a sticky note on the bottom.
Dr. Park <3 Dr. Y/N
He sighed.
Dana. Definitely Dana.
He crumpled it up.
Another sticky note underneath.
Just ask her out already.
“...Seriously?”
“You found the second one?”
Dana’s voice came from behind him.
Park slowly turned.
She looked entirely too pleased with herself.
“There were multiple?”
“There were four.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I work with children.”
“No.”
Dana patted his shoulder.
“You work with adults who never emotionally matured.”
—
The teasing only got worse.
A trauma came in with a tibial fracture.
Someone yelled:
“Get ortho!”
Before another nurse shouted back:
“Y/N’s already coming!”
Park looked up instinctively.
You hurried through the ambulance bay in navy scrubs, gloves already halfway-pulled on.
Hair slightly messy.
Focused.
Confident.
Beautiful.
You immediately knelt beside the patient.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Y/N. You’re gonna hate me for about thirty seconds, then you’re going to feel a whole lot better.”
The teenager on the gurney sniffled.
“...Promise?”
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
You glanced toward Park.
“Park?”
His heart skipped.
“Can you help me stabilize?”
“Yeah.”
You worked together effortlessly. Years of training showed in every movement you made. Your hands were gentle, precise, quick.
Brendon handed you supplies before you even asked.
You anticipated what he needed next just as easily.
By the time the splint was secured, the patient looked significantly calmer.
“You did great.”
You squeezed the kid’s shoulder.
“I’m proud of you.”
After the patient was wheeled upstairs, Park found himself smiling.
Again.
He hadn’t even realized it.
Robby had.
“You’ve got it bad.”
Park jumped.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Robby folded his arms.
“You smile more around her.”
“I smile.”
“You tolerate existence.”
“...”
“You smile around her.”
Park sighed.
“...Is it obvious?”
Robby laughed.
“To everyone except you apparently.”
—
A week later, in the hospital cafeteria Park was sitting alone.
Mostly because it was quiet. Also because he needed five uninterrupted minutes to eat.
He had managed exactly one bite of his sandwich when someone slid into the chair across from him.
You.
“You mind?”
“It’s a free country.”
“You always eat alone?”
“...Usually.”
You frowned.
“That’s sad.”
“It isn’t sad.”
“It’s a little sad.”
He laughed.
A quiet laugh.
“I like quiet.”
“I like people.”
“I noticed.”
You stole one of his fries.
He blinked.
“...Did you just—”
“Mhm.”
“My fry?”
“Our fry.”
“There is no ‘our fry.’”
You popped it into your mouth.
“There is now.”
He laughed harder than he’d laughed all week.
“You know...”
You rested your chin on your hand.
“I like making you laugh.”
His smile softened.
“I noticed.”
“You don’t do it enough.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true.”
There was something different about the way you were looking at him today.
Less teasing.
More...
Intentional.
“You know what I thought when I first met you?”
Park shook his head.
“I thought...”
You smiled to yourself.
“...there is absolutely no way this guy realizes how kind he truly is.”
His cheeks warmed.
“I’m just doing my job.”
“No.”
You shook your head.
“You stay with scared patients longer than you have to, always explain procedures, remember everyone’s names, make sure the residents eat, check on nurses after rough cases. You just don’t do it loudly.”
Park looked down at his sandwich.
No one had ever listed those things before.
“I notice.”
Your voice had gone softer.
“And I think it’s my favorite thing about you.”
The next few shifts blurred together.
Coffee appeared beside Park before difficult cases.
Sometimes from you.
Sometimes from Dana with “FROM YOUR GIRLFRIEND” scribbled on the cup despite it absolutely not being true.
Yet, you started finding excuses to work together.
“Park? Can you look at this ECG?”
“Park? Can you help with this reduction?”
“Park? Want to split fries?”
By now he’d accepted the fries were communal property.
—
Then came the storm.
A power outage across half the city.
The ER exploded.
Ambulances.
Falls and car accidents.
Generators humming and everyone moving twice as fast.
For six straight hours Park barely saw you.
Only glimpses across hallways.
Passing stretchers.
Every single time, you looked exhausted.
Yet every patient still got the same gentle smile.
Near midnight things finally slowed.
Park walked into the empty supply room looking for saline.
Instead, he found you.
Sitting on an overturned crate.
Head tilted back against the wall.
Eyes closed.
“You okay?”
Your eyes opened.
“Tired.”
“I can tell.”
“I forgot to eat.”
He frowned.
“Again?”
You smiled sheepishly.
“...Again.”
Without a word, Park disappeared.
Thirty seconds later he returned carrying two peanut butter granola bars and a Gatorade.
“I raided the stash.”
You looked at the food.
Then at him.
“You remembered my favorite.”
“...Yeah.”
“You remembered.”
“You always pick the peanut butter ones.”
For a second you just stared at him.
Then your expression softened into something impossibly fond.
“You notice a lot.”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
“I guess.”
“You know...”
You stood.
Stepped closer.
“So do I.”
There were only a few inches between you now.
Close enough that he could see the tiny freckles near your nose, enough to notice you looked nervous.
Wait.
Nervous?
“You’ve been trying to ask me out for like...”
You pretended to calculate.
“...Three months?”
Park nearly inhaled his own tongue.
“I—”
“And every single time you chicken out.”
“I didn’t—”
“You absolutely did.”
“...Maybe.”
You laughed.
“I think it’s cute.”
“You keep calling me cute.”
“Because you are.”
He covered his face.
“This is deeply unfair.”
“It is a little.”
You gently tugged one of his wrists away from his face.
“So...”
“So?”
“I figured someone had to do it.”
Park frowned in confusion.
Then you took a breath.
“Brendon.”
His name sounded different coming from you.
Warm.
Gentle.
Hopeful.
“Would you like to have dinner with me?”
Silence.
Complete silence.
His brain completely shut down.
You blinked.
“...Brendon?”
“...”
“Oh my God.”
You laughed.
“Did I break you?”
“I think...”
He finally managed.
“...I think you did.”
You smiled.
“I’ll wait.”
He looked at you for another long second.
Then laughed.
A real laugh.
The kind that made his shoulders shake.
“You asked me.”
“I did.”
“I was supposed to ask you.”
“You were taking forever.”
“I was working up to it.”
“It had been months.”
“I had a plan.”
“You absolutely did not.”
“...No.”
“You want to know my plan?”
“What?”
“I was going to wait until you asked.”
“You would’ve been waiting forever.”
“Exactly why I stepped in.”
He shook his head, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.
“You know...”
He reached for your hand almost absentmindedly.
His fingers brushed yours.
You immediately intertwined them.
“So...”
You squeezed his hand.
“Is that a yes?”
Park looked down at your joined hands.
Then back up at you.
“I’d love to have dinner with you.”
Your smile lit up the room.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“I already made a reservation.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“You were confident.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
He groaned.
“I was that obvious?”
“You looked at me like I personally invented coffee.”
“I...did?”
“Mhm.”
You leaned in just enough for your shoulder to bump his.
“I liked it.”
Before he could answer, the supply room door swung open.
Dana froze.
Mel looked over her shoulder.
Both immediately spotted your joined hands.
There was a beat of absolute silence.
Then:
“I knew it!” Mel shouted.
Dana threw both fists into the air.
“Pay up everybody!”
From somewhere down the hallway Robby called, “Who won?”
Dana yelled back without taking her eyes off the two of you.
“I did!”
Park buried his face in his free hand.
“I can never show my face here again.”
You laughed so hard you had to lean against him.
“Oh, yes, you can.”
“No.”
“Mhm.”
“They’re never going to let this go.”
“Definitely not.”
Dana pointed triumphantly.
“You owe me twenty bucks, Robby!”
A distant groan echoed down the hallway.
Park sighed dramatically.
“I’ve dated you for approximately twelve seconds.”
You grinned.
“And?”
“My coworkers are already insufferable.”
You reached up and straightened the collar of his scrub top.
“Yeah.”
Then, without a hint of embarrassment, you stood on your toes and pressed a quick, feather-light kiss to his cheek.
“I think you’ll survive.”
Park’s face immediately turned bright red.
You simply smiled, laced your fingers through his again, and tugged him toward the hallway.
“C’mon.”
He let himself be led away, unable to stop smiling.
For the first time in a long time, the chaos of the ED faded into the background.
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summary: you see robby with baby jane doe through the pedes windows. maybe you can convince him to stay afterall.
trigger warning(s): none!
word count: ~1,340
does anyone remember if there actually was a rocking chair in the pedes room.......
The emergency department was finally quiet.
Not silent.
The Pitt was never silent.
But quiet enough that the absence of chaos felt almost unsettling.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. A monitor beeped somewhere in the distance. The smell of antiseptic lingered in the air, mixed with stale coffee and exhaustion.
Your shift had technically ended hours ago.
You should have gone home.
Instead, you found yourself wandering the halls, unable to shake the strange heaviness sitting in your chest.
Maybe it was because so many people were leaving.
Maybe it was because everyone seemed to be moving forward while the hospital itself remained exactly the same.
Or maybe—
Maybe it was because Dr. Robby had spent the entire day pretending he was okay.
And nobody was buying it.
Not even him.
You spotted him through the pedes window.
At first you almost kept walking.
Then you froze.
Robby sat alone in a rocking chair.
A tiny bundle rested against his chest.
Baby Jane Doe.
The little girl they’d spent the shift fighting for.
The little girl who still didn’t have anyone.
Robby’s head rested against the chair.
His eyes were closed.
One large hand carefully supported the back of her head.
The sight hit you so hard your chest ached.
Because he looked...
Broken.
Not dramatically.
Not visibly.
Just tired in a way that went deeper than sleep.
Like something inside him had finally given out.
You pushed open the door as quietly as possible.
The hinges creaked.
Robby’s eyes opened immediately.
Years of trauma and emergency medicine had apparently made it impossible for him to truly rest.
“Oh.”
His voice was rough.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
You stepped inside.
Baby Jane made a tiny squeaking noise in her sleep.
Neither of you spoke for a moment.
Then—
“Everybody left already?” you asked softly.
“Mostly.”
His gaze dropped back to the baby.
“They deserve it.”
You sat in the chair beside him.
The silence settled comfortably.
Eventually you glanced over.
“You know your sabbatical starts tonight, right?”
A humorless laugh escaped him.
“Unfortunately.”
Unfortunately.
Not thankfully.
Not finally.
Not excitedly.
Unfortunately.
That told you everything.
“You don’t want to go.”
It wasn’t a question.
His jaw tightened.
The rocking chair continued its slow movement.
“You know what everybody keeps telling me?”
You shook your head.
“They keep saying I need a break.”
His voice sounded distant.
“Like that’s the solution.”
“They care about you.”
“I know.”
He sighed.
“I know they do.”
The baby shifted against his chest.
Immediately his hand adjusted to support her.
Instinctive.
Gentle.
Careful.
You watched the movement.
Then watched his face.
The way he looked down at her.
The way his shoulders softened.
The way the exhaustion disappeared for half a second.
“You’re scared.”
The words slipped out before you could stop them.
Robby went still.
His eyes remained fixed on Jane.
“You think if you stop moving everything catches up.”
His throat worked.
Still silent.
“You think if you take the sabbatical you’ll finally have time to think.”
Another silence.
“And you’re terrified of what you’ll find.”
The rocking chair stopped moving.
For a moment you thought he might tell you to leave.
Instead he laughed.
A short, miserable sound.
“You’re annoyingly observant.”
“Occupational hazard.”
His smile vanished.
The room felt smaller somehow.
“I don’t know who I am without this place.”
There it was.
The truth.
Raw and ugly.
“I’ve spent so many years showing up every day.”
His eyes glistened.
“I know how to save people.”
His voice cracked.
“I know how to fix things.”
You looked away to give him dignity.
“But when I go home...”
He stopped.
Swallowed.
“When I go home, there’s nobody there.”
Your chest hurt.
Because Robby wasn’t talking about his apartment.
Not really.
He was talking about everything.
The losses.
The years.
The grief he’d buried under twelve-hour shifts and impossible cases.
The people he’d saved.
The people he couldn’t.
The loneliness waiting for him whenever the adrenaline faded.
Baby Jane let out a sleepy sigh.
Robby immediately smiled again.
Tiny.
Fragile.
Gone almost instantly.
“Look at her.”
His voice softened.
“She has no idea how hard everybody fought for her.”
“You can tell her when she’s older.”
The words slipped out before you thought about them.
His eyebrows furrowed.
You held his gaze.
“You can tell her yourself.”
Something shifted behind his eyes.
Then immediately disappeared.
“That’s not how this works.”
“Why not?”
“Because she isn’t mine.”
“No.”
You leaned forward.
“She’s not.”
His shoulders slumped.
“But she loves you anyway.”
Robby stared.
You continued.
“Everybody does.”
He scoffed.
“Come on.”
“I’m serious.”
Your voice grew firmer.
“You know what happens every time you’re not around?”
He blinked.
“What?”
“The entire department turns into a disaster.”
A reluctant smile appeared.
“There it is.”
“There what is?”
“That thing.”
You pointed at him.
“The smile.”
He rolled his eyes.
You ignored him.
“Everybody thinks they’re hiding how worried they are.”
“They aren’t.”
“No.”
You laughed.
“They absolutely are not.”
His smile widened.
Then faded again.
Because of course it did.
The weight returned.
Always waiting.
“I don’t know if I can keep doing this.”
The admission barely rose above a whisper.
Your heart shattered.
Because Robby wasn’t talking about medicine.
He was talking about life.
You reached over.
Placed your hand over his free one.
His eyes immediately dropped to it.
“You don’t have to do it alone.”
The words hung between you.
Simple.
Honest.
Terrifying.
His gaze lifted.
Met yours.
For a second neither of you moved.
The nursery felt impossibly quiet.
Just the two of you.
And one sleeping baby.
“You know,” you said softly, “for someone who spends all day telling people to ask for help...”
He laughed through a shaky breath.
“Yeah.”
“You’re terrible at it.”
“Yeah.”
Another laugh.
Slightly wetter this time.
His eyes shone.
“I know.”
You squeezed his hand.
“Then stay.”
The words escaped before you could reconsider them.
His expression froze.
“Stay?”
“Stay.”
You swallowed.
“If the sabbatical is what you want, take it.”
You held his gaze.
“But if you’re leaving because you think you’re supposed to...”
You shook your head.
“Don’t.”
The nursery seemed to hold its breath.
“You still have people here.”
His eyes flickered.
“You still have a family here.”
Another flicker.
“You still have me.”
That one landed.
You saw it.
The exact second it landed.
His breathing faltered.
Your own heart immediately began trying to escape your chest.
Neither of you looked away.
Neither of you moved.
The world narrowed to that single moment.
Robby’s eyes softened.
Not the professional warmth he gave patients.
Not the fondness he gave coworkers.
Something deeper.
Something vulnerable.
Something that had probably been there for a long time.
“You make it really difficult to leave.”
Your breath caught.
“Good.”
His laugh came out watery.
“You know that’s emotional manipulation.”
“Correct.”
He shook his head.
A real smile this time.
Tired.
Beautiful.
Real.
Baby Jane stretched in her sleep.
Tiny fingers poking free from her blanket.
Without thinking, both of you reached to adjust it.
Your hands bumped.
You both froze.
Then laughed.
The baby remained entirely unimpressed.
Robby looked down at her.
Then back at you.
The sadness hadn’t vanished.
The grief was still there.
The exhaustion too.
But for the first time all day, it wasn’t consuming him.
Maybe because he wasn’t carrying it alone anymore.
The rocking chair resumed its slow movement.
You shifted closer.
Your shoulder brushing his.
Neither of you commented on it.
Outside the window, the hospital continued moving.
Patients arrived.
Monitors beeped.
Lives changed.
The usual chaos.
But inside the room, everything felt strangely peaceful.
Robby looked down at the sleeping baby one last time.
Then toward you.
Toward the future.
Toward the people who refused to let him disappear.
And finally, for the first time in months—
He looked like someone who might stay.
Not because he had to.
Because he wanted to.
Because maybe home wasn’t a place.
Maybe it was people.
And maybe, after all this time, he was finally starting to realize he had them.
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